On Sleeping In
Some mornings everybody thinks they're a winner.
We’re lucky that for the most part setting an alarm clock is an option for us most days because we have a custom one of kind alarm clock: she’s six-years-old
Our My days start when hers start.
“Dad, Get Up” is how I wake up.
Dad does not want to get up. Considering the early hour and the fact that if she’s old enough to take a bath by herself now you would think that she can pour some cereal and milk into a bowl by herself and let her old man sleep in a bit.
But, nope. “Okay, Okay, I’m up.”
But it’s not that she can’t get her own breakfast - it’s that she would prefer to have me do it for her. And hey, I get that - when it doubt: delegate. But I have years of experience pouring cereal into bowls. She just doesn’t want to do it because it’s easier for her to claim it’s too hard and have me do it.
It’s better easier for the both of us
This morning was an example: I poured the cereal today. We were running late and we didn’t have much time for breakfast to happen today so I got her the breakfast so we could get to camp on time. Another reason she wants me to come downstairs with her is because she likes my company: her first words to me were “Daddy, sit down” and we’ve been sharing breakfast together since almost every morning.
Sometimes BW joins us but sometimes the siren song of the bed is too hard to resist so she feigns sleep and lets me do the morning shift.
This morning was a close call though as she was exceptionally all over the place in her brain and not focusing on the task at hand. She was super-distracted.
“Let’s go. We’re going to be late”, I tell her.
She can’t find her shoes. Then she finds them and wants me to put them on. I tell her no, she can do it herself. There’s a bit of protest so I make it a game: who can put on our shoes on first?
She won the shoe game - but I won the morning. We made it to camp just on time.
We’ll see what tomorrow will bring.
Until next time,
TH and co.